“So, is Belle your mom now?” Emma asked as soon as he surfaced from his trip down the pool’s slide.
Bae instinctively looked to make sure the adults were out of earshot. Fortunately Belle and his papa were camped out at the picnic table sharing a pitcher of lemonade, close enough to make sure no one drowned but far enough away not to overhear anything. “I don’t know. I told Papa to ask her to marry him, but he won’t.”